Chapter 2 A Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart

The old ancestor was determined to die.

Bai Yanxing and Duan Jiuyou failed to reach an agreement. The next day, Duan Jiuyou continued his reckless behavior, raising an arrow array under rolling thunderclouds and changing his hand seals three times, ultimately piercing himself with a thousand arrows.

The old ministers were so angry they slapped him: "He's dead again!"

But it couldn't die. The mountain was split in half, and that tiny little man was still standing there, even angrier than them, tearing apart a pile of arrows as if venting his anger.

"Is this reasonable? Is this reasonable?! She's a priestess, after all!"

The courtiers started arguing again.

Bai Yanxing loosened his clenched fingers, knowing that death wouldn't be so easy for Duan Jiuyou, but his hands were still sweating profusely.

After that, Duan Jiuyou tried a series of earth-shattering formations, including the Dead Water Formation, the Giant Mountain Smash, and the Myriad Spirits Devouring Heart Formation, but all to no avail. By the end, the court officials had become somewhat accustomed to it—

After the court session ended that day, they lingered for a long time at the foot of Huansheng Pagoda. The pagoda was sharp and cone-shaped, with a person impaled on it, running from the back to the chest.

The person on the tower stared wide-eyed at the vast sky, unsure whether he was angry with himself or challenging the heavens.

Many people thought that she would give up after a few more rounds of trying, but only Bai Yanxing knew that Duan Jiuyou would not give up so easily.

He showed the historians her past achievements: she had been involved in many fights, rarely attended court, was playful in her youth, and warlike in middle age. The historian left a comment on one side of the book: "The older she gets, the worse she becomes."

She lived a vibrant life. Her immortal life seemed long, but in reality, not a single day was wasted. Even if she had lived long enough and wanted to die, it would still be a grand and exciting drama.

Now the protagonist of this grand drama has descended from the Hengsheng Tower, waved his hand to summon the clouds, and headed towards Fuyu Mountain.

On Mount Fuyu lives a wordless book that is obsessed with money, called Little Yellow Master. As long as Lingbao provides the correct weight, he can exchange it for the answer he wants.

Duan Jiuyou threw 300,000 spirit treasures on the ground. Not long after, a boy of about seven or eight years old rushed out. He was wearing a flowing, soft gold robe and a pure gold crown. Like a little emperor, he spread his arms and pounced on the spirit treasures, counting them as he said, "Great buyer, great buyer, I have failed to greet you properly!"

Ignoring Little Master Huang's enthusiasm, Duan Jiuyou directly stated his purpose: "I want to know why the Ten Emperors' Opportunity failed."

Little Master Huang said okay, but his eyes were fixed on Lingbao, and he only pulled a book out of his head after confirming that there were enough.

He sat down and rummaged through the pages. Duan Jiuyou had no idea what he was looking at. To others, the book looked like a blank sheet of paper, but only he could read the words on it.

After a short while, he shoved the book back into his hand, stared with his round, wide eyes, and said, "Is it possible that the Lord of the Three Realms isn't Bai Yanxing?"

Duan Jiuyou was no pushover; with a sweep of his sleeve, he put away the magical treasure and left.

Firstly, this idea might be too absurd.

Secondly... she kicked away the chasing young master Huang: "I can't even get a statement of affirmation for 300,000 spirit treasures?"

"I cannot reveal the secrets of heaven, I can only offer guesses, that's the rule!" Little Master Huang got up and chased after him. He had short legs, so for every step Duan Jiuyou took, he had to take two steps to catch up.

He said, "The imperial coronation ceremony has been held, and all ten emperors have been gathered, but the opportunity has not yet come to fruition. What could be the reason? Everything has a cause and an effect. Just like this seed buried in the ground, you want red vine flowers, but it blooms into Fengtian lotus. It can only be that the seed was buried in the wrong place."

Jiuyou stopped in his tracks: "Is there any solid evidence?"

Master Huang said no: "But I have to say something to you. In a war between two races, who wins and who loses is determined by the will of Heaven. How can you choose a master based on your momentary whim?"

"Just a passing fancy?" Duan Jiuyou said, arms crossed. "If I don't choose, the Wan Ku Barrier will be broken by the magic array."

At that time, the two rulers fought for control of the heavens. One drew upon the waters of the Milky Way, while the other seized the power of the Thunder God. The clash of their forces caused cracks to appear in the Wan Ku Barrier connecting the realms of humans and gods. She wanted them to fight it out themselves, but if they did, the Milky Way would overflow and flood the mortal world, causing a catastrophe!

"So you chose Bai Yanxing?"

"A normal person would choose him."

That's true. The Emperor is warlike and his murderous aura is extremely strong. If he were to become the ruler, a massacre would be inevitable after he ascends the throne. He cannot tolerate those who are not of his race, and in the end, only the Great Wilderness race will remain in the Heavenly Realm.

"But life is unpredictable, and everything is subject to change." Little Master Huang looked at Duan Jiuyou. That was all he could say; revealing too much would be a sin against him.

After saying that, he raised his hands and spread them out like a bowl, trying to collect the magical treasure.

Duan Jiuyou was not someone to be easily fooled; he wouldn't give him a single penny.

Young Master Huang grew impatient: "This isn't your first time here. Everything in the world has its own destiny. How can you casually speak of the future? Haven't I already chosen you?"

"Order what you want!" Duan Jiuyou kicked Little Huang away for the second time. "You think you can get 300,000 spirit treasures with a vague answer? Do you think these things grow from the ground?"

A first-rank celestial official can only obtain 500,000 spiritual treasures a year. If he doesn't spend or use them, he would have to accumulate them for 6,000 years. Those with short lifespans would all die from accumulating them!

"Then just take it as true, and consider yourself the wrong choice to become the ruler of the Three Realms!" Little Master Huang's business is so rare that he only makes one sale in ten thousand years. If Duan Jiuyou leaves, where will he find such a rich sucker?

Duan Jiuyou didn't even turn his head: "Emperor Jiang is dead. If this is true, then I will never be able to achieve the opportunity of becoming one of the Ten Emperors. Your answer is of no use to me at all; it's pure nonsense!"

"What if he hadn't died?"

"Impossible. He was killed by Zhanlu's blade. His soul could not possibly remain in the sky."

"He was a divine embryo. Even if the god perished, his original core would still protect him. This thing was born as a human, but his divine power was greatly diminished."

"Even so, with his temperament, he could never become the ruler of the Three Realms. You're just spouting nonsense here to scam money."

Driven to desperation, Master Huang said, "Perhaps not now. If you guide him onto the right path and make him understand the great love of the Venerable One, then a peaceful and prosperous world can be achieved!"

"I'll lead?" Jiuyou stopped in his tracks.

"You think I won't lead you to your death?!" Little Master Huang jumped up and down. "He is the destined ruler of the Three Realms, the last emperor you must gather to complete the Ten Emperors' opportunities. Only by teaching him well and regaining control of the world can you freely decide your own life and death. This is the purpose of the Ten Emperors' opportunities left by the Emperor, and it is also the mission you must complete—"

Little Master Huang talked too much, and nine bolts of lightning struck him simultaneously, turning him into a freshly baked piece of charcoal.

"Emperor Zong? What does this have to do with Emperor Zong?" Duan Jiuyou frowned.

Little Yellow Master exhaled black smoke and said, "You're lying to me! You just want to push me to the edge so you'll give me an answer!"

Duan Jiuyou tossed three spiritual treasures to him to hold. After a while, Little Yellow Master resigned himself to his fate and said, "Di Jiang is arrogant and warlike by nature. He can only achieve enlightenment if someone guides him onto the right path. The Emperor Zong knew that you and Di Jiang had a two-life bond, so he left behind the opportunity of the Ten Emperors in advance, so that you could guide him back to the right path."

"But I chose Bai Yanxing."

"The Heavenly Realm cannot be without a master for a single day. After the gods, the war must end. You made the right choice in choosing him. Your bond with the Imperial Frontier can only be activated after you seize the Heavenly Realm. Everything is predestined."

So the Ten Emperors' Opportunity was a complete trap. Relatives can't be trusted; even her uncle lied to her!

Little Master Huang said, "What you need to do now is to teach the disobedient ones well and then pull down the person who personally placed God on the throne."

After saying that, he cupped his hands into bowls again, saying, "I've told you everything that I can and can't say. Now can I have it?"

Do you know what it means to be caught between a rock and a hard place?

Duan Jiuyou threw the box to him, and Little Huangye grabbed Lingbao, hugging and rubbing it: "You are immortal. Neither Bai Yanxing nor Di Jiang can kill you. As long as you turn everything upside down, you can get what you want."

Duan Jiuyou laughed in anger. If he hadn't reminded her, she would have almost forgotten that she wanted to die. If she could break through to the Thirty-Third Heaven, she could fight the Emperor right now!

Duan Jiuyou, suppressing his anger, asked, "Where is the Imperial Territory now?"

Little Master Huang grinned, revealing only his white teeth in his dark mouth: "This news is worth 500,000 spirit treasures!"

"There's a limit to how much you can extort money. If I get angry, I'll smash your mountain of wealth to pieces."

"forty."

"Twenty, take it or leave it."

After a brief standoff, Little Master Huang mentioned a place name, and lightning struck again, hitting the top of his head.

The nine bolts of heavenly lightning were a warning; the last one struck and twisted Little Yellow Master's mouth, rendering him unable to speak for at least three thousand years.

A voice came from mid-air—

"Are you risking your life for money?!"

Little Huangye, "silent," didn't retort, but instead tucked Lingbao into his arms. Duan Jiuyou, standing nearby, was unharmed, her face clouded with worry and filled with resentment at her uncle's inhuman behavior.

Breaking through the ten realms.

It happened in that godforsaken place.